novellhall Chapter 947 Little Black, Your Father Has Worried Him to Death About You
Chapter 947 Little Black, Your Father Has Worried Him to Death About You
The clan hall was eerily quiet. Everyone stared intently at the two fighting on the screen, their clenched hands soaked with sweat.
An elegant yet deadly clash of martial arts techniques.
A dazzling clash of ninjutsu.
The colossal Susanoo and the wooden golem defy conventional understanding.
The roaring Nine-Tails
The compassionate Buddha
Countless stunning images were woven into an epic documentary, captivating everyone present who watched intently, afraid of missing a single detail, while heated discussions continued unabated.
"Lord Madara's martial arts are so elegant, it's like dancing."
"If I could have even one-tenth of Madara's mastery of Fire Release, I would die happy."
"The legend of the kaleidoscope is true!"
"I never imagined that the Nine-Tailed Fox had fought alongside Lord Madara."
When the heavily modified documentary, penned by Gin Uchiha himself, reached its climax with the defeat and fall of Hashirama Senju, and Madara Uchiha standing proudly between heaven and earth, the entire hall erupted in cheers.
"Lord Madara has won!"
Under the intense emotional impact, many clan members who had not yet awakened their Sharingan broke through their shackles one after another, their scarlet eyes filled with admiration and remorse for their former clan heroes.
"Obito-nii-chan, why are my eyes itchy?"
With tears welling in his eyes, Shisui rubbed his suddenly sore eyes and looked at Obito, who was intently focused beside him, with a puzzled expression.
Obito was completely absorbed in the dramatic plot and didn't notice that his subordinate had awakened a bloodline limit. He stared intently at Madara Uchiha's upright figure, his eyes practically overflowing with admiration.
"do not want!"
Suddenly, he noticed that the First Generation leader, who had fallen to the ground in the video, was beginning to turn into a wooden figure, which startled him so much that he screamed loudly.
"Pfft!"
A flamboyant spray of blood erupted as Madara Uchiha, his body a mess, touched the blood-stained blade that had pierced his chest from behind. His eyes, which had gradually lost their crimson hue, held a mixture of confusion and relief.
"I was attacked from behind."
"I want to protect us...no...protect my village."
Hashirama Senju, who had successfully launched a sneak attack and killed his opponent, was still explaining something to himself, completely unaware of the excruciating pain on Madara Uchiha's face, who had his back turned.
Perhaps he never imagined that his dearest friend, with whom he had worked hand in hand to create peace, would turn on him and kill him.
"puff!"
Spitting out a beautiful, poignant flower of blood, Madara Uchiha, his face filled with despair, fell backward.
"You've changed, hot mom of Hasi."
"Damn it! You despicable bastard!"
Seeing this, a middle-aged Uchiha whose strength had stagnated for years roared and pounded the ground with both fists. As his anger flared, the two tomoe in his eyes, which had been stagnant for many years, began to spin rapidly. The third tomoe, a black one that he never dared to even imagine, suddenly condensed.
"Is this the truth that the village has been hiding?"
Countless young clansmen, poisoned by the Will of Fire, wept bitterly, deeply regretting their ignorance over the years, having forgotten such a great clan leader as Lord Ban.
"Waaaaah, Lord Madara, please don't die!"
With tears streaming down his face, Obito wiped his nose, wishing he could rush into the screen and fight Hashirama Senju for three hundred rounds.
"I've been thinking about this since yesterday, but no matter how much I think about it, I still don't understand."
Madara Uchiha, clinging to life, lay on the shallow water, his empty eyes gazing at the sky, his voice broken and intermittent, a heart-wrenching sound.
"Just now, I had a thought, maybe I really have found an answer, something that's kind of an answer. But, I think I'm already done for."
"Madala"
Looking down at his weakened friend, Hashirama Senju clenched his fists, offering no reply. Madara Uchiha simply watched him, his voice fading into the distance.
"As a member of the village, I also have my own wishes that I want to fulfill."
"Crack—!"
The scene abruptly ends, followed by a heart-wrenching and poignant background music.
"A funeral of roses, burying memories of you; my hands feel numb, I can't control myself, I can no longer hold you."
To the somber melody, all the tribespeople bowed their heads in silent mourning, as if bidding farewell to a hero.
The frozen frame then went black, and the credits of the people behind this epic work began to play.
"The Withering of the Rose"
[Director: Uchiha Gin]
[Screenwriter: Uchiha Gin]
[Stagehand: Uchiha Gin]
[Lighting: Uchiha Silver]
[Special Effects: Uchiha Silver]
Who is Uchiha Gin?
Looking at the monotonous, unfamiliar names on the giant screen, the tribespeople, still immersed in "The Fading of the Rose," wiped away their tears and curiously asked each other questions.
But after asking around, the ordinary people in the tribe had no idea who this person was.
"Hmph~ Zhi Shui, that's my uncle!"
Listening to the whispers of his clansmen, Obito straightened his back with pride and quietly whispered to Shisui beside him,
"∑(OОO) Really...really!? Obito-nii-chan has such an amazing uncle?"
Shisui's eyes widened in surprise, and Obito felt a pang of sadness seeing his bright, single-tomoe Sharingan.
No, even such a small Shisui can awaken, so why can't this genius open his eyes?
"Heh, stop bragging. How could a weakling like you have such a powerful relative?"
Shisui's second uncle remained rigidly disdainful, which nearly made Obito open his eyes in anger.
Believe it or not!
"That's it?"
Black Zetsu, having finished filming the entire movie, nodded with a hint of smug satisfaction. "That director is really something," he thought, "stopping at such a crucial moment, when it was almost his turn to make his grand entrance!"
"Ban's older cousin, huh? That's interesting."
Although the plot has been slightly altered, the general storyline still follows the original work to a reasonable degree. Black Zetsu couldn't help but become somewhat interested in Madara Uchiha, his mysterious older cousin.
Was Uchiha Gin also present during the battle between Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama?
"Boss, let's hurry back and show a movie for Lord Ban!"
Because Black Zetsu relaxed its control over the parasite, the talkative White Zetsu perked up once again.
The movie I just watched really impressed me, and I can't wait to recommend this masterpiece to Madara Uchiha and his White Zetsu brothers.
"Shut up, am I the boss or are you the boss?"
Black Zetsu smirked slightly, clearly displeased. He hadn't even met the target of his mission yet, and if he went back like this, he'd probably get a beating from Madara Uchiha.
"What are your thoughts after watching the documentary?"
Looking down at the noisy clansmen, Uchiha Hikaru stroked his goatee with satisfaction. He hadn't expected that Gin-sama's casually made-up movie would have such a miraculous effect.
At least a dozen clansmen were enlightened by the dramatic plot, and many advanced on the spot.
He silently made up his mind that from now on, on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month, the clan would play a special movie on a loop for a whole day, so that more clansmen would be awakened.
"Pfft!"
"We were wrong, terribly wrong!"
Suddenly, all the older members of the clan knelt on the ground, their heads bowed in deep regret. They recalled how, before leaving the village, Madara Uchiha had asked them if they wanted to follow him. They couldn't bear to give up their peaceful lives and refused the clan leader's invitation, choosing instead to indulge in the comforts deliberately created by the Senju clan.
Looking back now, they all want to slap themselves. Madara-sama silently sacrificed so much to protect the Uchiha clan, and even gave his own life in the end, yet they were completely unaware of it.
"Hmph! Now you know you're wrong? Where were you all when Lord Madara invited you to leave back then?"
Uchiha Kakuzu coldly stared at the group of clan elders. If the entire Uchiha clan had left with Lord Madara back then, the battle that followed would not have ended this way.
"Uh, Elder Fire Core, you didn't go either, did you?"
Among the elders being reprimanded was a peer of Huo He, and this old man, unable to save face, couldn't help but ask a question in return.
"Who said that? I responded enthusiastically and waited at the back gate of the village all night."
"and then?"
Faced with the questioning gazes of the crowd, Uchiha Hikaru shook his head with a regretful expression.
"Who knew that Lord Ban never used back channels?"
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"Elder Fire Core, who exactly is this Uchiha Gin?"
Just then, an overly curious tribesman couldn't resist raising his hand to ask a question, and his words were immediately met with a chorus of agreement.
“That’s right, our Uchiha clan has such talent, Elder Fire Core, you shouldn’t keep it hidden anymore.”
"Quiet!"
Seeing that everyone was interested in the creators of this film, Uchiha Hikaru raised his hand and smiled mysteriously.
"Since everyone is so curious, I will no longer hide it. Although Lord Madara has left us forever, he still has an equally great brother."
Madara-sama's older brother?
He must be an old, decrepit guy by now, right?
"Elder Fire Core, the older brother you're talking about, could it be Uchiha Gin?"
Seeing that Huo Hen's answer was irrelevant, some clever members of the tribe had already guessed the general idea.
"Exactly!"
"That man just now was actually Lord Yin."
Recalling the young man she had met before entering, Mieko, who was inconspicuous in the crowd, covered her mouth in surprise upon hearing this.
"Now let's welcome Lord Yin!"
Seeing that the atmosphere was sufficiently built, Huo He waved his hand, and everyone's gaze immediately turned to the entrance on the side of the clan hall.
A figure strode briskly out of the shadows, his young, handsome face full of warmth, a slightly smug smile playing on his lips.
"My fellow Uchiha clan members, I've missed you all so much!"
"what?"
Seeing the young, curly-haired man who was completely different from the white-haired old man they had imagined, a big question mark lit up on the heads of the tribesmen below.
"Come, let me introduce you. This is Lord Yin, who once chatted and laughed with the peerless Iron Fist Thousand-Handed Buddha during the Warring States period."
Fire Core pressed his advantage, focusing specifically on recounting Uchiha Gin's most impressive achievements.
"Elder Fire Core, today isn't April Fool's Day, is it?"
The clansmen, regaining their senses, exchanged glances, shaking off their bewilderment, and their questions turned to the Uchiha Fire Core.
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who'd joke around?"
Coldly staring at his clansmen who questioned him, Uchiha Kaku's eyes instantly flashed a terrifying crimson.
Just as he was about to have an outburst, a large hand pressed down on his shoulder.
"Stay calm at the bottom of the Fire Core Prison~"
Uchiha Gin smiled and shook his head at the fire core. He knew that the young clansmen had limited capacity to accept things, so in front of everyone, he lifted the fluffy curly hair covering his forehead, revealing the succubus mark hidden beneath.
This move immediately caused an uproar. Most of the clansmen present had Sharingan activated, and they could tell at a glance that the mark was not a Heavenly Eye tattoo, but a genuine creation of a forbidden technique.
"That's... the Yin Seal!"
"Can men also practice the Yin Seal?"
"Hmph! Lord Yin is exceptionally talented. Not to mention cultivating the mere Yin Seal, even the Flying Thunder God Technique is no problem for him."
"What?! Flying Thunder God?"
This news is far more explosive than Uchiha Gin's training in the Yin Seal. Keep in mind that the founder of the Flying Thunder God Technique is Tobirama Senju. For an Uchiha to obtain the training method for the Flying Thunder God Technique from him is probably even more difficult than sleeping with him.
"Keep a low profile~ Keep a low profile~"
Enjoying the admiring gazes of his clansmen, Uchiha Gin waved his hand solemnly at the fire core.
"Greetings, Lord Yin!"
At this moment, the elders who had previously had friendly exchanges with Uchiha Gin suddenly exerted their strength, bowing down in perfect unison, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times in advance.
Even the elders knelt down.
"It seems he really is Lord Madara's older brother."
"Greetings, Lord Yin!"
After a brief silence, countless clansmen, imitating the elders, bowed their heads in worship.
"Greetings, Uncle! Uncle is awesome!"
"Impossible, how could your uncle be that person?"
Shisui's second uncle stared at Obito, who was kowtowing skillfully, with a livid face. Thinking that he had spoken rudely to this brat before, he felt that he might soon be starting a job at the pig farm's gatehouse.
"Obito-nii-chan~ Could you help me get Gintoki's autograph?"
Shisui, standing to the side, looked at Obito with a face full of adoration, and pleaded in a childish voice.
"Leave it to me!"
Just as the entire Uchiha audience was caught up in the fervent worship of their senior, Black Zetsu, hiding on the ground, stared intently at the smiling Uchiha Gin on the stage.
When it comes to sensory abilities, Black Zetsu considers himself to be at the pinnacle of the ninja world.
"How did this man become so strong after all these years?"
In his perception, the man before him not only possessed chakra comparable to Hashirama Senju, but the profound power hidden beneath his droopy, lifeless eyes was also no weaker than that of Madara Uchiha during his Eternal Eye era.
Black Zetsu rubbed his eyes hard, only to find that his senses were correct. His astonishment deepened.
This was, in fact, his second meeting with Uchiha Gin.
The last time was in the Land of Rain, and back then, Gin Uchiha was struggling even against a White Zetsu. Now, it seems like he could easily beat Ashura and the reincarnations of Indra.
"He took medicine, he definitely took medicine, I want a urine test!"
"A urine test? Boss, do you even know what it feels like to pee?"
The White Zetsu, whose eyes had been inexplicably reddened by Black Zetsu's rubbing, blinked in confusion, his curiosity clearly evident.
"You idiot, huh?"
Black Zetsu was about to scold White Zetsu for being so talkative when he suddenly felt a scrutinizing gaze fall on him, startling him so much that he shuddered.
"Boss, that curly-haired guy looks like he's watching us?"
"Shut up!"
Once calmed down, Black Zetsu used his parasitic ability to suppress the talkative White Zetsu's consciousness. Following the gaze, he looked at Uchiha Gin on the stage, who was smiling, and his brows furrowed tightly.
Having roamed the ninja world for a thousand years, he simply did not believe that a mere human could see through his concealment methods.
However, Black Zetsu was unaware that Uchiha Gin was actually putting himself in his shoes as a father, thinking of him from his perspective.
"I wonder how good this filial son's filming skills are. If the picture is too blurry, it will definitely affect my cousin's viewing experience, and he'll surely get a scolding. Should I kindly gift him a high-definition, uncensored 8K Blu-ray original?" (End of Chapter)